The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top br br Blood -- blood and torn grass -- br Had marked the rise of his agony -- br This lone hunter. br The grey-green woods impassive br Had watched the threshing of his limbs. br br A canoe with flashing paddle, br A girl with soft searching eyes, br A call: "John!" br . . . . . . . . . . . . br Come, arise, hunter! br Can you not hear? br br The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.